


Time Gained

by peterparkr



Series: Alternate Timeline [2]
Category: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Genre: Alternate 2012 timeline, Fluff, Gen, Light Angst, Precious Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has A Heart, a little bit of cw drama because I wanted to make it better in this time line, and
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-09-20
Updated: 2019-09-20
Packaged: 2020-10-24 13:16:10
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,771
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20706620
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/peterparkr/pseuds/peterparkr
Summary: Tony meets Spider-Man.But, Spider-Man already met him. Or alternate him.A sequel to: Tony finds 2012 Peter during the Time Heist





	Time Gained

**Author's Note:**

> A few people asked for a sequel, so I finally wrote one! I hope that you enjoy :)

Tony hears about Spider-Man months before the Accords become a discussion. The new vigilante is the talk of New York. He’s an overnight YouTube sensation that the kids love and the authorities are wary of. 

Naturally, Tony looks into it. When something piques his interest, he has an inherent need to gather all of the information possible, find all the answers. He’s been that way since he was a kid. He remembers having a breakdown in class, it must have been during his sole year of elementary school, because the teacher made him stop working on his circuit board. His dad had been pissed.

The point is that Tony gets hyper-focused. It’s a thing that happens. He doesn’t cry when something stops him anymore, but he still has a one-track about his projects. And Spider-Man is the latest one.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize what most overlook. Spider-’Man’ is a child. It really should be more obvious to people. The figure in all the videos is small—built, but short and lean. He only operates outside of local high-school hours. There aren’t many recordings that have good sound quality, but Tony finds one in which the kid’s voice is audible. All he says is a dorky physics joke in a voice that’s far too high and just overall  _ young _ -sounding to be any adult. 

After that, it’s not hard to narrow down the identity of the kid. His turf is Queens. Based on the physics joke and the impressive durability of the webs, he’s smart. That leads Tony to looking through science magnet programs, which leads him to Midtown High, which leads him to Peter Parker—a freshman who had a remarkable growth-spurt a little before Spider-Man made his first appearance, and the dropping grades and attendance rates that come along with being a high-school superhero.

There are other notable details. Parker’s uncle was murdered, not even a year ago. Tony grimaces when he reads it. There’s nothing like the unjust loss of a loved one to spur you into action. The kid also wears glasses that look remarkably like Tony’s prototype. He doesn’t know how to feel about that.

Overall, Parker seems tame as far as vigilantes go. He’s not as violent as the guy in Hell’s Kitchen, and he sticks to small-time stuff. He could use some upgrades, and Tony absentmindedly adds ‘spider-child suit’ to his to-do list. It doesn’t mean he’ll actually do it. It’s more of a maybe to-do list.

* * *

Tony brings the Accords to the Avengers. The reaction isn’t great, but he had expected as much. Steve is adamantly opposed to it—and Tony gets that. He’s right not to blindly trust the government, but he doesn’t seem to see that he’s asking the people to blindly trust  _ them. _ They need responsibility. They need accountability and regulation and to be kept in check. They shouldn’t be the ones making all the tough calls unless they’re authorized to do so. If they sign the Accords without a huge fuss they’ll be able to rework them until the rules make sense to everyone involved.

Tony doesn’t know how to make Steve see that—especially when he’s got people to protect. They’d found Bucky years ago, off of Loki’s tip, of all things. Steve’s always terrified that someone is going to take that away from him—punish Bucky for all the things that he’d done when he wasn’t in control. Wanda’s clearly worried about the same thing. She’s one of the main catalysts of the push for reform. But, that’s not the purpose of the Accords, nobody’s getting punished. They nod when Tony repeats that, but he doesn’t really feel like they’re listening.

Ross brings up anonymous vigilantes and Tony’s mind drifts to the spider-child.

* * *

“You must be Peter,” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Peter gapes at him. “And you’re, um—“

“Tony,” they say at the same time.

It throws him off. He was expecting Peter to say Iron Man or Mr. Stark or even his full name, but not just the first. 

Peter’s wearing the glasses that Tony had seen in the photos. In person, it’s even more obvious how similar they are to the ones that Tony made. 

Tony recovers from the mini-shock, and starts rambling his planned speech about scholarship money and internships. The aunt buys it, and leaves them in Peter’s room to discuss. Tony eases the door shut before whirling around and plucking the glasses off Peter’s face.

Tony inspects them, frowning. He slides them onto his nose and the lenses morph to match his eyesight. They don’t do much else, no access to JARVIS or his servers, but the eye-sight thing is enough to confirm they’re not cheap knockoffs that had been picked up at a Walmart. He looks at Peter through them, narrowing his eyes. The kid squirms.

“These are mine.” Tony eyes the scraps that are still in Peter’s hands. He’s a dumpster-diver, and he’s handy. He might have been able to create them, but it seems unlikely without proper equipment. “Or replicas, did you make them? Find my plans?”

“Um—“ 

Peter’s mouth clamps shut after the syllable and it doesn’t look like he’s going to give any more explanation than that. Tony rolls his eyes. He throws the glasses back towards Peter, who catches them easily and sets them on his desk.

“Okay, all cards on the table. You’re the Spider-Boy.”

“Man,” Peter corrects, and then his eyes bulge out a bit. “Uh, I mean, he’s called Spider-Man, I think. But, er, that’s not me.”

Well, Tony didn’t expect him to be forthcoming. He takes his StarkPhone out of his pocket and taps it a few times, pulling up the video he had queued just for this moment.

“This is you, isn’t it? Nice catch. 3000 pounds, 40 miles per hour. That’s not easy.” He smiles at Peter’s panicked expression. “Now, based on all this footage of you saving people, I’m going to assume that you’re one of the good guys, even though you’ve stolen a prototype from Stark Industries.”

“I’m not—I—didn’t steal them!”

“Okay sure, now, Spiderling—“

“ _ Man, _ ” Peter insists and then immediately looks like he wants to punch himself in the face. “And, like I said, not me.”

Tony looks around the room a bit before smirking and tapping a spot on the ceiling. The Spider-Man ‘outfit’, if it can be called that, falls from its hiding spot. Peter dives toward it and throws it into his closet.

Tony picks it out and analyzes it, snarking about the quality, and the awful goggles that noone should be able to see through. Peter’s starting to look pissed, so Tony makes sure to compliment the web-formula.

“You’re in dire need of an upgrade. Lucky for you, I know a guy.” Tony winks. “So tell me, what’s your MO. What gets Peter Parker out of that twin bed in the morning?”

Peter starts talking about responsibility and protecting people who can’t protect themselves. Tony thinks of the dead uncle and his heart goes out to the kid.

“Looking out for the little guy, huh?”

Peter nods. “Yeah, just—looking out for the little guy.”

Tony stands up, clapping his hands once on his knees. He heads for the door without looking back at Peter. “Well, I’ll be in touch.”

“That’s it?” Peter calls before Tony turns the doorknob all the way. “Why are you doing this—helping me?”

Tony sighs and goes back into the room. He paces, restless, chancing a few calculated glances at Peter.

“You’ve heard about the Accords, I assume. Bright kid like you would be up to date on that sort of stuff.”

Peter beams when Tony says that he’s smart, but quickly dips his head to hide it.

“They’re a bit of a mess. We’re working on it. It’s slow-going. Rogers—” He trails off. “Well, at least we haven’t stooped to beating the shit out of each other. Yet.”

Tony runs a hand through his hair. He’s exhausted. It’s been day after day of negotiating with the government, or with Steve and the rest of the team. Everytime he thinks they’re getting somewhere, he seems to say the wrong thing and Steve closes off and backs out. But everyone is still showing up to meetings, hearing him out, and that’s all he can ask. It could be going much worse.

“There have been conversations, though, about vigilantes. You and a couple of others. Anyone else know your identity?”

Peter shakes his head, watching Tony with the same reproach that Steve so often has been over the last few weeks. “Are you going to turn me in?”

Tony clenches his jaw. “No, of course not, I’m trying to—”

Pain strikes in his chest. It’s not uncommon, probably more to do with anxiety and stress than anything anatomical. He doesn’t realize that his hand started drawing subconscious circles around where the arc reactor used to be until he feels Peter staring at his chest.

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to know the details, yet. We’re going to figure it out. I’m here to help.” He hates the note of desperation in his voice. It’s been there for days, pleading people to just believe that he’s not trying to screw them over, that he actually has their best interests in mind.

Peter nods. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything against you. I’m just—”

He doesn’t finish the thought, but Tony knows how it would end. Peter’s scared. Of course he is. He’s a child who recently gained advanced abilities and lost his uncle and now Iron Man knocks on his door, outs his secret identity, and brings up the threat of government action.

Tony won’t let anything bad happen to him. 

It’s a strange, overwhelming thought. Of course, Tony’s protective, sometimes to a fault, of Pepper, Rhodey, Happy. There’s a gaping hole where his Malibu mansion used to be to prove that. But, he doesn’t even know this kid. 

Tony shakes himself from his thoughts, smiles, and pats Peter on the back, then makes for the door. “See you around, kid.”  
  


He’d finished the suit a few weeks ago, on one of many sleepless nights. He adds a few updates, taking into account what Peter had said about his enhanced senses, and drops it off the next day, with a note-card on top of it.

_ To: Spider-MAN _

* * *

Tony cuts a deal with Ross. The heroes with secret identities can sign with their hero name and keep complete anonymity. It’s almost too good to be true. The only catch is that they’re Tony’s responsibility. If a vigilante fucks up, it’s on Tony’s head.

The day after the bargain is made, Tony has Happy pick Peter up and bring him to the compound. He arrives in his full suit, mask pulled over his head and everything. Tony barely manages to stifle laughter when he walks into the entrance of the compound and sees Peter lingering by the door, giant suit eyes blinking around the room.

“Spider-Man,” Tony greets.

Peter jumps, startled, higher than he should be able to. Tony’s starting to get the leaping from building to building thing.

“Oh—uh—hey Tony. This guy—he wouldn’t tell me his name—picked me up from school. It was kind of scary, actually, I thought I was being kidnapped, but then I remembered I’m pretty strong so if I was, I could fight my way out.”

Peter’s sticking to his original move of calling Tony by his first name. It feels like there’s a reason—Happy had reported that Peter had spent the whole ride over calling him ‘Mr. Driver, sir’—but Tony doesn’t have a clue what it could be.

“Sorry about that.” 

“Oh, it’s fine. Better than fine! This is actually pretty awesome.”

“Walk with me,” Tony says, before leading Peter up a flight of stairs and launching into an explanation about Peter’s involvement in the Accords.

After the first two sentences, it’s painfully obvious that Peter has zoned out. He peers into every room they pass, never really looking at Tony at all. Tony keeps talking anyway, because everyone learns in a different way. Some people can multitask. 

They pass Wanda’s room, and Tony offers a little wave that she answers with a glare. She shifts her gaze to Peter, then back to Tony, glare deepening, before magicking the door shut. She doesn’t slam it, though, which Tony counts as a small victory.

“She’s not a fan of the Accords,” Tony explains. “Also, we never really hit it off in the first place.

Peter nods, eyes staying on the now-closed door for a few seconds before following Tony again.

It turns out that Peter’s not one of the people who can multitask. When Tony asks him if he’d be willing to sign documents under the new conditions, he stares, expression blank and devoid of any understanding before shifting into guilt.

Tony laughs. “Okay, quick review.”

Tony leads him into a conference room and closes the door. “Door’s locked, you can unmask, if you’d like.”

Peter pulls off the mask and puts it in his backpack. He replaces it with the glasses, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do. Tony doesn’t get it. Peter clearly doesn’t need them to see, and Tony had given him grief about them. Logic says that he should ditch them, if only in front of Tony.

Tony decides not to comment on it, opting to relay a paraphrased version of what he’d said in the hallway.

“You’d be signing as Spider-Man. Your real identity would be nowhere on the forms or in the records. I’d be vouching for you as a sort of sponsor. So, if you were to step out of line, that’s on me. I’d be sticking my neck out for you. Don’t make me regret it.”

Peter bites his lip. His leg bounces up and down, with such speed that it’s vibrating. “What exactly am I agreeing to? Like, fine print? Is there something I can read?”

He looks so young and confused. Tony’s got to remember that. This isn’t a business negotiation; this is a kid who's technically too young to sign any form of legal document. 

“Of course.” Tony brings up the latest revision of the Accords on the screen.

He goes through it, line by line, because that’s what seems to make Peter the most comfortable. The Accords won’t change much about Peter’s life as a vigilante. The only difference is that there could be consequences if he does anything to endanger civilians. 

“I’m the first line of review for you,” Tony adds. “That’s part of the deal I cut. The purpose isn’t to scare you, it’s just to regulate our actions. We can’t go unchecked. That’s when things get out of hand.”

“Okay,” Peter says. “I’ll sign it.”

It’s so abrupt and matter-of-fact. Tony couldn’t have heard right. Nothing’s ever that easy. He studies Peter’s face for any sort of uncertainty, but he meets Tony’s eyes, steady. 

“Are you sure?” He feels like he just coerced a minor into taking his side in a global debate.

“Yes.” Peter sounds determined. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. And if I do, I should be held responsible.”

Right, responsibility is his thing. It makes Tony feel a little better that the kid actually agrees with the fundamental principle behind it, but not enough to clear his conscious.

“Maybe you should hear Steve’s side first.”

“If you say so,” Peter says. “But, I trust you.”

Tony can’t fathom why that would be. Now, he really can’t let the Accords blow up in their faces.

* * *

After hours going through the Accords, it’s much later than Tony had anticipated. So, Peter stays at the compound, in a spare room that quickly becomes Spider-Man’s room.

It seems like when Spider-Man’s not at the compound, Peter Parker is at the tower. It’s because Tony has to check up on the kid for the Accords. It’s because he has to fix Peter’s suit when it gets damaged. It’s because they have to keep up the pretenses of an internship. He can come up with a lot of reasons, excuses, and he’s said them all out loud to Pepper, or Rhodey, or anyone else who asks.

But, the truth is that Peter feels like something that he’s finally doing right. Tony never had much of a relationship with his dad—and the little that he did have sucked. He remembers Howard as cold, calculating, no hugs, no ‘I love you’s’, no interest really, unless Tony was screwing something up. He’d always thought he’d end up the same way. These things are cycles—they’re hard to break.

But, Peter doesn’t look at him like he remembers looking at Howard. He grins when he sees Tony’s car parked outside his school and waves excitedly when he sees the Iron Man suit above him. He asks questions in lab with no fear of being reprimanded in his eyes.

Even though the Accords are still a nightmare, and Tony can barely be in the same room as Steve without the onset of screaming match, Peter is the one thing that’s good. It’s scary. He feels like the other foot is about to drop.

So, he’s not surprised when it does.

It happens Monday morning, over breakfast, which isn’t fair. Nothing bad should happen over pancakes and scrambled eggs. 

Peter had spent the weekend with Tony, starting at the compound and ending at the tower. It had been normal, good. Until Peter stares at his food rather than shoveling it into his mouth at astounding speeds. It’s the first indication that something is off. Tony ignores it because Peter’s still smiling, albeit a little nervously.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Peter says, moving the eggs around without carrying any off the plate.

“Shoot,” Tony replies.

“About the Battle of New York—”

It’s an interesting subject to bring up. The crisis was years ago. Maybe Peter’s heard about his mental state afterwards. Tony swallows uncomfortably.

“Do you—um—remember all of it?”

Tony laughs, drily. The memories never go away. “It’s a little hard to forget.”

“Oh.”

“Why? Are you afraid I forgot something?” It’s a joke, but Peter doesn’t take it as one.

He puts his fork down and searches Tony’s face. “Do you remember a little kid?”

Tony scrunches his eyebrows together. “There were a lot of kids.”

“Oh.”

And that’s when Tony realizes that he screwed up in some way that he doesn’t understand because Peter looks devastated. He pushes his plate towards Tony and mumbles for him to eat the rest before grabbing his backpack and beelining towards the door.

“Wait, Pete—”

“Happy’s here. I’ve got to go.”

“You didn’t eat anything.”

“I’m not hungry.”

The door shuts and Tony’s left with two plates of eggs, a stack of pancakes, and a queasy feeling in his stomach.

* * *

It’s not the same after that. Peter still comes around, but not as much. His grin looks forced and he doesn’t talk constantly like he used to. Tony hates it.

His most recent negotiation with the Accords is trying to get confirmation from Ross that nothing will happen to Bucky or Wanda or anyone else for their past discrepancies. It’s stressful, but he’s happy to do it. Bucky, especially, doesn’t deserve to be persecuted for his past actions.

Then, Bucky hauls him and Steve into his bedroom and locks the door. Tony’s quips about a threesome fall flat and when Bucky gets up the courage to speak, it’s through tears. His voice starts to warp and fade half way through the words and Tony wants to kill him but it’s not his fault and he wants to make Steve hurt like he’s hurting for not telling him sooner.

Instead he stands, carefully, calmly, making sure his face is blank, and walks out of the room. He makes it to his bathroom before he throws up.

* * *

Steve signs the Accords. It’s all over the news, the main headline of the week. Their debates and arguments had been very public knowledge, so Captain American finally giving in is a big deal. 

And if the decision might partly come out of guilt, Tony’s okay with that. He knows Steve wouldn’t cave if the documents were too bad. They still aren’t perfect by any means, but they have meetings set up to make amendments. It’s a good thing, but just the thought of sitting through more legal jargon sends pain spiking through Tony’s temples. The fact that Steve and Bucky are going to be in those meetings, watching him like he’s a wounded animal, makes the pain spike even sharper.

It could be worse. That’s what he tells himself. It could also be better. He’ll get over it eventually, he just needs time. At least him and Steve got out of the whole mess without doing anything completely unforgivable.

“They passed!” 

Tony hadn’t noticed that the elevator up to the penthouse had opened. He looks up to see that Peter’s face is making the same expression it always does recently. His grin is wide, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. There’s a guard up there. Tony still doesn’t know what he did to cause it.

“I can’t believe Captain Rogers signed!” At least Tony’s still ‘Tony’ while every other adult is addressed formally. “I never thought he would!”

Tony forces a laugh because it seems like the right thing to do. “Yeah, well, things changed.”

“Like what?”

It’s not good to think about that. Tony’s hand is near his chest before he can stop it. Old habits die hard—the arc reactor used to be a symbol that he was alive, moving forward. It reminded him of everything he had overcome and everything he still would.

Peter never misses the motion. 

“Are you okay?” The words are blurted out before Peter clamps his mouth shut, like he didn’t mean to say them.

Tony narrows his eyes and stretches his lips upward, as far as they’re willing to go. “Peachy.”

“You had a heart-attack,” Peter mumbles.

It takes Tony a second to process the statement, another few to try to figure out why Peter sounds so affected by it.

“That was years ago.” Long before he knew Peter.

“After the Battle of New York.”

“Yup.”

Peter stares at him from behind those glasses, eyes boring into him. Tony can’t figure out why he keeps doing that—the staring and the glasses-wearing. He hates feeling like he’s missing something.

“You’re really never going to tell me how you got those glasses, huh?”

Now, Peter dodges every attempt that Tony makes at eye contact. It’s actually impressive—the speed at which his pupils are dancing around and looking every which way that’s not at Tony’s face.

“Oh, c’mon, Pete, I’m not going to be mad if you and Ted got into my servers. I’d actually be impressed.”

Peter’s nostrils flare and his eyes, finally, land on Tony. “You really don’t remember.”

There’s a lot that Tony might not be remembering. Sometimes, he ignores people when they talk. If he has better things to think about, he just nods when it seems appropriate. but he doesn’t think he’d do that to Peter. Maybe by accident, if he’d really been having a breakthrough moment.

“Remember what?”

Peter takes the glasses off and twirls them around in his hand. “You gave these to me.”

Absolutely nothing about that computes in Tony’s brain. 

“No, I didn’t.” It’s an automatic response, because that just never happened.

“You did.”

“I didn’t meet you until six months ago!”

“I met you when I was like, eight or something.”

Tony feels his eyes go impossibly wide. “What?!”

“At Stark Expo. I tried to fire at a robot with my toy repulsors—but that’s not the point.”

It takes a second, but the moment comes back to him. The little boy, hand outstretched, the suit about to obliterate him and then—

“Nice work, kid,” he mumbles.

Peter’s mouth drops open. “You remember that, but not the Battle of New York?”

“What happened during the Battle of New York?”

“I got stuck under a building—”

“That was after your homecoming, kiddo.”

“No, Tony! I also got stuck under a building when I was a kid. If I had a quarter for every time I got stuck under a building—God, I hope it’ll stay at two,” Peter grimaces. “You even told me not to let any more buildings fall on me, ‘at least for a few more years’. I kept that promise! It’s been like five. Not bad.”

“I never said that…”

“Yes, you did! My glasses broke so you gave me yours and you took me to the hospital ‘cuz my arm was broken and Captain Rogers was there and you guys took me home. I spent  _ hours _ with two superheros. It was the coolest day of my life.”

Nothing about this makes any sense. “That wasn’t me. I was forced to spend that whole afternoon and night in the hospital because of the heart attack.”

For the first time, Peter looks unsure of himself. “What? But, you were with me.”

“That wasn’t me.”

“I have proof!” Peter slides his phone out of his pocket and swipes through his camera roll until he reaches a picture of a framed photo that appears to be sitting on Peter’s desk. It’s a little boy—little Peter—with a hotrod red cast. He zooms in on the cast and holds it out to Tony, triumphant. ‘GRANDPA’ is scrawled on it in Tony’s handwriting, with a firm line through it. Underneath it, there’s his signature, ‘Tony Stark’, just the way he always writes it, swirl on the ‘T’, big looping ‘S’ that kind of looks like an ‘8’. Then there’s ‘Iron Man’ in parentheses.

“Maybe it was Loki? He did some strange things after he escaped.”

Although, tipping Steve off about a man coming back from the presumed dead to win a fight is a bit different than helping a kid in the wreckage of the battle that he had caused.

“It wasn’t Loki,” Peter insists. “You said it yourself, these are your glasses. How would Loki have had them?”

Tony’s about to give him that point when things shift a little, not exactly into perfect clarity, but more so than they had been before.

“How did  _ I  _ have them in 2012? They didn’t exist, yet.”

That leaves two options. Either Peter’s lying, and Tony doesn’t believe that for a second, or something bigger happened. Something that he hesitates to even consider as an option, because it shouldn’t be possible.

“Woah, time travel? Do you think you cracked it?”

“That’s absurd. And far too risky.”

Surely, his older, and hopefully wiser, self wouldn’t attempt something like that. Unless—his gaze falls on Peter’s excited expression—unless it was the only way. Maybe, that was how Peter needed to be saved in this timeline. He’s not sure how this other him could know that, but it’s the only explanation that makes sense. He would only do something like that for his family—the people he loves.

“But, it must be! What else could have happened? Wow, I can’t wait to tell Ned, he’ll  _ die _ .”

Peter’s back—enthusiasm bubbling over, unrestrained, a smile that reaches not only his eyes, but seems to take over his whole body until he can’t sit still.

Then, his demeanor falters. “I guess I can stop being pissed at you for forgetting, now. Sorry about that.”

Tony chuckles and gives Peter a light shove. “It’s okay, kiddo. Just next time, get mad at me for something I actually did. You’ll have plenty of options to choose from, I promise.”

Peter grins and goes back to excitedly fidgeting and theorizing about time travel and the implications that kind of discovery would have on their understanding of quantum physics. At the rate he’s talking, he’ll probably crack it before Tony does. It fills Tony with a strange sense of pride.

He glances back at the photo that’s still up on Peter’s phone. Little Peter beams from the screen, showing off the cast for the camera, his other hand up in the traditional Iron Man pose.

Whatever reason future Tony had for traveling to that day, Tony’s thankful for it. It gave him what he has now. The risk was worth it.

“Hey,” Tony interrupts Peter’s inquisitions to JARVIS. “What’s up with the ‘Grandpa’ thing?”

Peter’s words simmer out and his face creeps into a grin before he doubles over with laughter.

**Author's Note:**

> Thanks for reading :)
> 
> I think the civil war would have been much more civil if Bucky was found earlier!! Also yes this says JARVIS instead of FRIDAY because in my version of this timeline ultron never happened!
> 
> I would actually die to see young Peter with the glasses and cast so if any of you incredible artists out there would want to make my dreams come true, I'd be so grateful!!
> 
> Find me on [tumblr!](https://peterparkrr.tumblr.com)


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